cabbage in my bra

there are a few really interesting things about motherhood, especially with tiny babies. receiving advice is probably one of the most difficult arts to handle. however, i love the "old wives tales", which, so far, have seemed to work. the one's i have tried:

1. red cabbage in bra to relief nipple soreness from hard sucking (hahahaha...you can try this one even if you don't have a newborn!)

2. a beer a day to make your milk rich (you can also try this one sans kiddo, though i don't think it'll do anything for your milk...might make your day a bit lighter)

3. uv rays to cure jaundice (doctor said it's been proven to have little effect...but, hey, i tried and it worked...probably was on it's way out anyhow. and no: we didn't take violet to ashley lynn's tanning for this)

it's pretty freaky to look down in your bra and seem a very purple piece of ruffage when you're not used to that sort of thing.

if you ever have one baby, think of how much free time you have...how quiet it is when they're little newborns. it's a little more harried with two. attitude comes out. prayers for change seem more urgent.

hope you're all well. i miss you!
caron

BECAUSE SHE LIVES

violet mae easley
born: may 19th, 3:31am
8lbs. 1 oz.

she's cute. she's got a double chin.
labor: terrible. pain. but helping me learn lessons of dependence on god to make it through.
physical persecution/torture would be terrible. reminds me to pray for brothers/sisters in christ
who face that.

come see the kid.
love you.

storing up sex

i had this dream last night:

scientists found evidence and full proofs that if you have sex while you're pregnant that does not mean that you will not get pregnant from having sex. meaning: you can store up all the sex you've had while you're pregnant and then, once you have your baby, it will "be applied to your account". i woke up from that dream, almost crying.

cute little bee

one time i had rod stewart hair. it wasn't planned. i got a chop and the girl thought i'd look sweet with a little shag in the back. so, at the crane coffee (that used to be a runza) on 120th & pacific i made my first appearance before several laughing coworkers as the crooner that could have been. so as i've been eating a bowl of honey nut cheerios at this fine 2am hour, i was thinking about rod stewart for some odd reason. and then, something popped into my head: you know his song "infatuation"? well, fittingly, we could rewrite that song and title it: "constipation".

oh no, i'm not constipated. after taking a long walk with daphne, with hopes to naturally induce labor, all things bowel were jarred loose and set free on a voyage to the sea. but the next time you are, just think (to the tune, of course): oh no! i've got it again! it's constipation! (weird keyboard noises in the background).

from the looks of things, our long walk is not producing any results, other than my whole body being sore.

share some weird hair moment.

what you've all been waiting for...

here i am.
i'm back.
i know you thought this day would never come... and at times i thought the same. but it's here. i'm so glad to be home. to call Omaha "home"... to call each of you "home"
big sigh.

feel compelled to share this line that keeps rolling through my mind from drunkard's prayer:

Obsessions with self-preservation
Faded when I threw my fear away
It's not a thing you can imagine
You either lose your fear
Or spend your life with one foot in the grave

brilliant, i say.
here's to losing fear... little by little.